"𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?" - 𝐊. 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨
𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨: This story is Slowburn, follows a couple of months after the epilogue and is accurate/realistic.
WARNING: My writing style is very detailed, so if you aren't into d...
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-2nd person pov-
December 26th, Friday - 8:01 am
Everyone was still talking.
Jirou and Sero were bickering about something again. Kirishima had joined in with a laugh.
Denki was now using the oven mitt to fan himself, and even Bakugo, still silent beside you, had the smallest hint of a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.
But for you, the sound around you started to dull. Like a wall of static had settled between you and the rest of the room.
Because when you glanced at the clock and then at the hallway, it hit you.
Mina hadn't come back.
It had been nearly ten minutes. Way longer than it should've taken her to grab a pad and dip. And knowing Mina, she wouldn't take that long unless she was—
You stood abruptly making the conversation around you dip for a second.
"I'll be right back," you muttered quickly, already stepping around the couch.
Bakugo's eyes tracked your movement from the corner of his gaze, but he didn't say a word.
You padded quietly down the hallway and turned the knob to your bedroom door.
It creaked open, allowing you to get a view of the situation which made your chest tighten.
Mina was by your desk.
She hadn't moved from the spot. She wasn't panicking. Wasn't flustered. She was standing completely still, her back to you.
Holding something. Staring at it.
The pads... and—
No.
No, no, no.
"You find them?" you asked slowly, stepping inside and closing the door behind you.
You kept your voice even as you prayed, begged, and hoped it was just the pads.
She didn't answer or move as her fingers were curled around something else.
You could see it now.
That thin, black book.
Your sketchbook.
Your stomach dropped.
"Mina?" you said again, this time more cautious, your voice barely above a breath.
